The Final Race
He'd reached the age of 59
Much older and more wise
Than first he put on driving
gloves
To try and win the prize
For thirty-some-odd years
he has
Gone at the deadly pace
And although close so many
times
He'd never won a race
His mind was set that once
this race
Was done he would retire
'Tho he still loved the sport
he just
No longer felt the fire
His wife and his three grown-up
kids
All loved him and they'd say
He'd always be their Champion
Whether he'd go or stay
His final first green flag
was waived
He caught up with the crowd
His own deep thoughts drowned
out the fans
Although their cheers were
loud
He rode on through ten cautions
and
Just as he thought he'd sag
As tears rolled down his weathered
face
He took the checkered flag
(c) "Amalthea Celebras"
K.C. Fahel 24 February 1997
 
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